(Simone) Collected and kept

Dan Mason watched as his daughter emerged from the milling throngs of teenagers and approached the truck door. To be honest, most of the now-of-age girls leaving this bastion of their education looked at least a little worse for wear after a long day amongst their peers. Everyone who grew up in this society knew that last year or so of highschool was a… trying time. When hormones were running wild. Bodies were still acclimatising and harsh lessons were being learnt hard and fast. But he still couldn’t help noticing just how bedraggled his only child looked, each and every day, as she nevertheless walked tall and proud out of that hellpit.

Her skirt was hanging half-off one hip, exposing the thin line of a thong she oh-so-rebelliously wore when all the ‘with-it’ teens had sworn off such prudish ideas as undergarments. Her school blouse was held closed by only two buttons, both in the wrong holes, causing the whole thing to slant a deep view of her shallow cleavage. She was carrying her forsaken shoes and socks to walk barefoot across the tarmac, those long, thin legs picking each step with precision grace. Her short, dark bob-cut fluttered loosely in the wind, catching strange angles as it flicked back and forth.

Of course, once she reached the vehicle and clambered on up, the reason became clear. As always her pale skin was a patchy mess of drying stains. Her clothing damp or hardened by similar soaked-in evidence. There was an unspoken rule between them to never discuss what happened to her during the schoolday. It only ever resulted in jealous fury and guilt-ridden arousal for the both of them. Even now... just admiring the state of her… Dan could feel himself filling with fire at the thought of those packs of pubescent jackals who did this to her every day. How dare they touch his most precious creation! The lithe and perfect segment of his very own heart and soul. Flesh and blood. It made him want to pull her close and never let her out of sight again.

Yet there was another side of him too… A side that delighted in the ragged mess they made of her. That revelled gleefully at the thought of how desperately they clearly wanted her. How tantalisingly sordid it was to see her parading her dedication to him right in the faces of everything their world revolved around. That side of him trembled with the urge to just bowl her over here and now! Slam her across the bonnet of his truck in this bright afternoon sunshine and show all those younger boys exactly what they were missing. He wanted to make her cry out as her tender, little asscheeks slid across sun-baked metal and he drove himself down into those soft, gushing depths. He wanted to prove to every other father there that HIS little girl was the freshest young fucktoy around. That she was the only set of holes worth guarding with claws and bared teeth. He wanted to-

The girl had leaned over and taken his throbbing cock straight into cool cheeks… She knew what he got like when he'd been without her all day. She set to work relieving that tension with well-practiced dedication, gulping the length of him down in long, slow movements. Dan felt his pulse begin to settle as his dear child settled in to her duties. He flicked the car into drive and pulled out into the stuttering traffic, sliding his free hand down the back of her skirt. Her pussy was waiting there, dripping. Free from the hint of any trespasser but him, and as eager for his attentions as he was for hers.